Restless

“It is always the way of events in this life,...no sooner have you got settled in a pleasant resting place, than a voice calls out to you to rise and move on, for the hour of repose is expired.”― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

 

The seas that surge are a current of restless energy.

Each day there seems to be another belief that is challenged by our shifting perceptions. In every moment there is new expansion occurring under the understanding of our new-found clarity.

Sifting and sorting is fine, part of life really. It's what we do as humans. We pick what we like, what we don't, what we want, what we no longer need. It's something we will always do.

But it's the restlessness in the sifting that kills me.

I'm an Aries.

My Mercury, Venus and Mars are in Aries.

While my Virgo Moon tries to keep her head above the blaze sifting diligently and my Libra rising tries in vain to keep the peace flowing within, the raging fire in my veins wants it all faster.

Now, it cries.

I don't want to separate the wheat from the chaff.

I don't want to deal with the details.

I want to burn it all like a Phoenix and fly away transformed.

I want to follow the beacon of this restlessness into the fading horizon on the distance searching for some distant shore.

We spend so long gradually building nests of comfort in our world. It's a slow process that seems to be a Herculean task to disassemble.

It should be so simple. You're no longer the person who fits this world. Why should you have to sort through something that doesn't fit? Simply discard and move along.

Even as we grow, learn and change on this path forward there is always going to be moments that move too slowly for our liking. And while we may not be where we want to be yet, we can still see the beauty left in the here and now.

Nothing will ever stay the same. We know this.

We have come here to experience and to expand which requires transformation and change.

Change requires choice which leads back to the sorting.

Sigh.

There can be no big shifting without the sifting.

That doesn't make the Aries fire in my veins cool in the slightest.

For now I remember to breathe and take in the beauty of the uncertainty and the chaos.

And to get this restless soul back to sorting everything out.